I think it's gonna be the worst. It's been two weeks since they stopped. Why now?" Let's just get to bed. If it's still there tomorrow, we're going to...the hospital."That night I had what I thought was a odd but highly erotic dream. I was back at Dan and Jane's house. I was following Jane up the stairs and she was talking to me about her massage classes. Seems she had a test tomorrow. She was sorry about my (the real me) headache, but was glad to be able to call it a night early. She needed her. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, knowing that I really didn’t have a choice if I didn’t want to end up with a police record, nor deal with livid parents that would make my life beyond miserable.As I sat there motionless, he continued sliding the fingers of his left hand along the slit of my vagina, eventually slipping it past my labia and into my pussy, where he began moving it in and out, while using his thumb to toy with my clitoris. With his right hand he had pulled my right boob out of my. "Why are you going to Vegas?" I'm not really," I said. "I have an hour layover and then I'm heading to Philly for a wedding." Oh really," she squealed. "I love weddings! Is it yours?" No way," I bellowed. "It's my cousin's wedding, again. I'm not too keen on going but my mom says I need to be supportive. I told her that I was supportive that last two times and those hadn't worked out, maybe I'm jinxed."She giggled and told me the story of her aunt Julie who had been married five times and each. It was just descriptive, like ‘the fat bastard who ran the chip shop’ or ‘the gaylord with the antique shop’. I know it wouldn’t happen now, that innocent, casual bigotry… Like I said, it was a different world. The racism I faced later on had a much sharper edge to it. Anyway, into their little lives came me. Born on the stroke of midnight between 28 and 29 February. The midwife asked my parents if they wanted the time ‘adjusted’ so I was born on a particular day rather than in between as it.